Chapter 184 Reason Collapses, Hope Fades into Madness...

"Finally, will he be able to see Buck?"

A glimmer of hope involuntarily arose in the hearts of the audience.

Although most of them felt that the doctor's quick agreement must be a trap, they still couldn't help but harbor some illusions.

"What's wrong with showing a child your friend's picture? It's just a silly joke. Just show it to him, give him a little coaxing, and maybe he'll stop making a fuss..."

"Are you serious? Expecting that beast, the Doctor, to have any humanity?" The soldier spoke sarcastically, but there was no aggression in his tone. Instead, there was a hint of pity and peace in his voice. "You should be glad that you live in a relatively peaceful country."

"So what do you think... what do you think the Doctor will do to the young prince?" Kavi asked tentatively, trying to get a warning. "You and the Doctor... were you quite familiar with each other before?"

“I am indeed very familiar with his lab bench.” The skirmisher rolled his eyes. “Wail for your young, wise king. He will never get what he wants from the devil. He is more likely to see…”

"Bark's body?" Tinari asked in a low voice, clutching his tail.

"Buck looks like he's being tortured to the point of despair by the experiments?" Seno's face darkened.

"It's also possible that they'll take Buck hostage and then coerce Mainkuhn into cooperating with the experiment," Elhesen rationally speculated.

Scattered soldiers: "Haha! Looks like you were prepared!"

"Ughhhhhh! Stop talking!!" Kavi screamed, covering his ears. "Why are you guys so skilled at this?!"

Regardless of how terrified the audience was, Nasita switched the camera to the fireplace house the next day.

"Beneath our feet lies a massive nest, where the blue-haired villain dwells."

Clementine doodled with crayons and then showed her creation to the cat.

"Is that so? The structure of the nest?"

“Yes! But there are still many rooms locked, and I can’t get in…” Mainkuhn pointed to the crayon-drawn floor plan with his fingernail. “When I’m lying on the ground, I can sometimes hear you talking through the stones.”

Peruvieri didn't want to know how he ended up on the ground; the reasons were probably just a few.

“Don’t go, Little May. Every time you’re brought back from underground, your mother beats you.” She disagreed. “That blue-haired guy might be playing a trick on you, or he might be ganging up with your mother to bully you.”

“Yes, yes, don’t go.” Oriz wiped her eyes, not wanting Maine to leave. “They’ll beat you! It will hurt a lot! Besides, Buck is already... gloomy, so it doesn’t matter whether we care about him or not!”

"Idiot! This isn't just Buck's problem!"

Maine, who was always gentle with children, suddenly lowered her ear and gave Oriz a small sneer.

"...Maine?"

“Do you think Buck was arrested because he’s a bad kid? No way! If we don’t stand firm in our protest, everyone, one by one, will be arrested, no matter who it is… In the end, only the number one in Mother’s heart will remain…”

His fuzzy ears drooped lower and lower as he recited, flat against the back of his head, before suddenly standing up like a flag raised high. "So! We can't back down an inch! We can't give up a single person! We can't start this! We can't yield to them!"

The child's words were naive, but the meaning of resistance was clear.

"Mainkuhn..."

Regardless of their opinions on lynxes, the audience who heard this had to admit it at that moment.

"...Perhaps he did possess the qualities of a king in his youth."

"Oliz, if you're scared, go feed the pigeons!" The child ran forward without looking back. "I'm definitely not backing down!"

Never back down sounds like a good thing, but in the past, when the gap between the two sides was too great.

"Help."

Little Paimon covered his eyes.

"I'm... a little afraid to watch."

"Shall I go out with you for some fresh air?" the traveler suggested.

"No, no, because I really want to know..."

Little Paimon's fingers slipped through a crack, and she peeked at Mainkuen's colorful crown.

"What was the ultimate outcome of that child's efforts?"

Xiaomei reached the depths of the laboratory quite smoothly and met the gaze of the young doctor surrounded by fools; no one stopped her along the way.

"You've arrived."

Where's Buck?

"What's the rush?"

Dotole walked over with a smile, trying to grab the cat's hand, but it dodged him without getting angry; its mood was strangely cheerful.

“When I was little, I had a very precious set of seven-color crayons. I accidentally lost one while playing, and I kept begging and begging my guardian to buy me another one to replace it. Do you know what happened after that?”

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Mainkuhn didn't care; he just wanted to see his partners.

"Is Buck in the room behind you?"

He pointed to the door behind the doctor.

"Hmph...yeah."

The doctor patted his back gently and, accompanied by two wind fists, escorted him to the door.

"Open the door and go in yourself."

You're acting strange today.

Mainkuen glanced at him suspiciously, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation to see his companion, so he stood on tiptoe and reached out to pull the doorknob.

"!"

He had barely touched the cold metal surface when he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in the back of his neck. Feng Quan kicked the door open, and the Doctor pushed him, causing him to stumble and fall into the room.

"Maine?"

There was indeed a child in the room, a friend of Mainkuhn's.

It's just not Buck.

"Maine, what's wrong? You're asking me why I'm here? Ah, my mother brought me here suddenly, and I find it strange too."

"..."

"Boss Mei, I suddenly feel like you've become a little scary."

...

"Let me out! Help me..."

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!

Mainkun couldn't remember anything else, only that he felt warm rain constantly falling on his body, face, legs, tail, everywhere. It felt like slimes were bouncing under his claws. He would squeeze one, and it would all crumble and spill onto the ground, the warm gel falling everywhere.

"Hahahaha!!! Number 45! Do you know what happened to that box of crayons? Hahahaha!"

Mainkuhn really didn't want to know. He trembled as he picked up the small severed arm from the pool of blood, letting the monster's claws intertwine with the child's fingers.

Everything was cold.

"Jiro..."

The doctor was overjoyed. He kicked open the door, rushed into the blood and gore, and knelt down to examine the child's devastated face.

"Do you know how my broken colored pencil is doing now, huh?"

What……

“My guardian, break off my remaining six limbs one by one in front of me, and then I will never ask for anything again.”

He picked up a piece of soft flesh with his hand and waved it in front of Mainkuen.

"Are you still begging? Number 45?"

Number 45 seemed stunned. His eyes were wide open, his pupils round and black, unable to see a ray of light, only the fleshy skin swaying inside.

"Number 45? Number 45? Sigh."

Dotole put on a fake show of sympathy, shrugged off the skin, and patted the child's shoulder dramatically.

"Actually, it's no use begging."

"Number 44 is dead."

...

Mainkuen slowly looked at him.

"I guess you probably want to ask how he died, but unfortunately, I forgot." The young professor casually reached out and pinched his stiff little face.

"It seems you couldn't withstand the remnants of the demon god, so Number 45, you are truly special."

“Ordinary people who are contaminated by the residue either die immediately or slowly fall into the backlash. But only you, little monster, only you will go completely insane first, as if you are fighting against those old souls. After you go insane and win, everything will be fine.”

The doctor pinched Xiaomei's face harder, pulling it upwards to reveal her sharp baby teeth.

"Your special abilities killed him, so what are you? A celestial beast? A monster? A demon?"

Ah, ahh...

Jiro, it’s so cold...

The child, his body covered in bright red blood, slowly released his companion's severed hand, and then, like a broken machine, placed his hand on the doctor's arm.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" the doctor said dismissively. "Trying to crush me? I'm not as fragile as a child."

Mainkuen glanced outside the door and saw many familiar Fools secretly covering their noses and showing him expressions of disgust behind their superiors' backs.

That's enough.

It has to be enough, even if it's not enough.

The veins on his tender wrists bulged instantly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and the anger, hatred, and fear that had accumulated over the past few days exploded in his chest!

"Ugh!!!"

A piercing scream, a crisp cracking sound, and a distinct bend appeared on the sliced ​​arm!

"Lord Dotore?! How could this be? That's Lord Dotore! Even if it was a momentary lapse in concentration—"

Roar!!

The blood-soaked beast immediately dropped the slices and roared as it charged towards them.

"Close, close the door! I'm coming over!"

Too late. Mainkun kicked off the ground and pounced, grabbing his hair with his claws, wrapping his legs around his neck, and leaning his body backward. Snap!

As Feng Quan's head fell to the ground, blood gushed from his arteries, splashing onto his colleagues' heads.

The little boy, who was barely taller than them, lowered his head, licked the blood off his neck from the fountain, and then showed them his mouthful of broken fangs.

Fear it.

"Demon..."

"Monster!!! Fire!"

The little beast kicked aside the headless corpse, swiftly pounced on the back of the musket, and pressed its blood-stained face against the back of the musket's head with a soft thud.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!!"

Mainkuen grinned as he crushed the man's spine, then slashed at another man's face with his claws.

Go to hell... Hahahaha—Go to hell, all of you!!

The greater the fear, the stronger he became; the greater the anger, the stronger he became. Blood stained the child's once pure face and covered the tears that streamed down his face.

It was all in vain...everything! All of it! A futile struggle!!

Die, you world!

Kill one, then grab the next; what do their screams and wails matter to me! Let the power surge through my veins, never stop!!

"Help me! Lord Dotore!!"

"Holy crap..."

Dotore walked out of the room in a daze, straightened his forearm, and looked at the laboratory, which should have only smelled of disinfectant, while also being astonished by Maine's sudden surge in strength.

"My floor!!"

"Meow—"

A crimson mass shot up, its target being Dottore's neck. The Doctor instinctively summoned the Evil Eye to resist.

"Damn it! How did he go crazy?!"

Nasita urgently pressed pause; she simply couldn't keep up with applying the mosaic, so she could only frantically ask the audience questions while applying it.

"Sixty-seven fools and a child from a rice paddy—this is Mr. Mainkuhn's third bloody crime. Please tell me—"

"What the hell are you asking?!"

Countless objects were thrown at the image, including a kite.

"Skip this part!!" Xiao commanded sharply.

"Let me see this child's mental state!!"

Following the instructions of the crowd, Nasida urgently skipped this part. When the image became clear again, Xiaomei was already firmly tied to the operating table by two executives, and the doctor was pouring buckets of disinfectant on him in a fit of anger.

“You’re fully responsible for how he turned out this way!” Kujavina yelled.

"Didn't you just agree to my plan?!" the Doctor yelled. "You said you wanted to teach him a lesson!!"

"How was I supposed to know it would turn out like this!"

Little Mayn didn't say a word, she just twisted and screamed desperately on the operating table, her handcuffs clanging loudly as they were pulled.

"Aaaaaaah!!!!"

"Little Mei."

Knowing she was in the wrong, Kujavina could only offer a gentle smile to soothe her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over now, I won't hit you this time..."

Her only response was a more ferocious scream and a more intense struggle.

"It seems to be ruined." The doctor looked down and said, "Maybe I should just take it."

"No way!" Kujavina disagreed. "You need to find me another six-year-old kid in Teyvat who can single-handedly kill dozens of Fatui! Damn it, if he were properly trained, he would definitely be the greatest king of the House of Hearth, why does he have to have such a mischievous personality..."

*Snap!* As they were talking, the handcuffs suddenly snapped under the strain, and Mainkuhn broke free of the chains, his arms flailing wildly in the air.

"Don't catch me, his scratches hurt pretty badly."

The doctor dodged backward, only to see the child, after trying to catch someone for a long time without success, suddenly put his hand in his mouth.

With a snap, the black, pointed nail, connected to the first finger joint, was spat out, dripping with blood.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

He screamed wildly, but it didn't seem to be because of the pain. His severed finger repeatedly slammed against the operating table, and blood dripped all over the floor.

"Dottore!!"

Kujavina roared at him to stop him from putting his hand back in his mouth.

"Change him back!"